A 10:10am start to writing my blog post for the day. The last time I managed that might have been moving day back home, which was about a month ago now. I think? I honestly haven’t got much concept of time, which is one of the reasons this blog, my daily journal and my BuJo are so helpful: everything in perspective. I’m writing this at my workstation and may need to take extended breaks as we have calls incoming for A Level and Level 3 results day queries. Got to be a strange day for all those students, and I do feel bad for those who can’t meet and celebrate their results with their teachers today. I hope the students are all doing ok.
I decided between calls and as I set up my own script for each subsequent call that I may as well try and knock out target, and writing it on autopilot seems to have made WAN an easier story to churn out. I’m not so sure the latter chapters can be done in such an autonomous way, but hey I may as well try. The less I have to think about this horrid book the better. I’m also thinking after work today I might start the slow process of chipping TUS into publishable shape, and reuploading the chapters to WattPad. That is assuming I have the energy to do so, which leads onto sleep…
So I cannot sleep right now in this heatwave. I go to bed at 10pm, and past midnight I am no more asleep than I am right now, mind even racing a bit. Last night the anxiety about fielding calls whilst tired might have created a negative feedback loop, but this did also happen on Tuesday night too. The fan is too loud to sleep through, earplugs keep me up and to be honest my ears aren’t doing too great anyway – probably need syringing when this is over – and most of all, it’s too damn hot. Even with the brief rain yesterday. So today I am groggy and drained. I can function, but it’s not a happy existence. Please, please, please let this heatwave pass soon…
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